Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.